a night’s tale

One upon a time there was a beautiful dog. She lived in a house with a woman, three children and a bulldog. The bulldog’s name was Ug (I am pretty sure this is true, but I also could have made it up) and the beautiful dog was named Daisy. The woman decided that she didn’t have time for Daisy anymore (but apparently still had time for Ug), so she made plans to get rid of Daisy while she was on vacation. She passed off Daisy to a friend of her father, Terry, who Keith’s mom worked with. We got an email asking if we were interested in a 3 year old golden retriever. Of course we were! Then it got changed to a 5 year old. Of course! No, not a golden retriever, a lab. Sure! (We later were told by a vet that Daisy was closer to 8 than 5, but whatever.)

We went to Terry’s house to meet Daisy and fell in love immediately. We made plans to come back 2 days later to pick her up, giving us time to buy everything we needed. When we picked Daisy up, Terry’s wife cried and we lived happily ever after.

Aside from the first two weeks that we’ve had Daisy, she hasn’t been crated, but rather lives as a wild dog. She is a pretty perfect dog, she doesn’t chew or eat things and she didn’t have an accident for a good 2 years and I think up until this summer she had only had 2-3 total. She also was on an amazing schedule of going out around 9pm and then not again until morning.

All this changed last summer. For about a year now, she has woken me up almost every single night to go outside. Which yes, I would much rather her wake me than have an accident, but wake Keith! Instead, she comes to my side of the bed and either a) makes the most irritating groan/grunt/whine sound known to man b) licks my face if she can reach it c) if all else fails, jumps up on me.

The past few nights she has woken me up literally 45 minutes after I had fallen asleep and I was so annoyed I threatened to leave her outside. I didn’t mean it, Daisy, I swear.

The most irritating part is that I wake up, come downstairs, let her out, hook up her lead…and then she just stands there. Staring off into the night.

Girl, if you wake me up from a dead sleep to pee, you better RUN out into that yard and pee. Instead she’ll stare up into the sky, sniff around a little until I finally growl, “Daisy, go!” Then she’ll run out and pee. Or run out, pee, and then stop dead in her tracks and stare. Which freaks me the hell out. It’s pitch black back there*. Sometimes she will bark and that chills me to the bone. Is it a deer? A white walker? A serial killer?

Other times, she’ll come back and then stare out to the road and her hair will all bristle up, okay that is definitely a serial killer out there.

So then I have the fun game of grabbing her, unhooking her, running inside and locking the door before I get murdered.

And then I have to go upstairs and try to fall back asleep with my heart pounding out of my chest.

I told Keith I was going to train her to pee in the bathtub and he said that was disgusting, but hey, mama needs her beauty sleep.

i'm supposed to do what out here?

i’m supposed to do what out here?

*There is a man installing a motion sensing flood light as I type this. I might still get killed by a white walker, but at least I’ll see it coming!

dog food 101

So school is back in session. It is actually the 3rd week of classes, but both of mine were cancelled last week so it doesn’t feel like we are that far along. I think I really made the right choice in switching out of my self-paced Politics class. Courseweb thinks I am still enrolled so I went on and peeked at the syllabus and hooo-boy, I’d be dying by now. Instead, my other two classes are pretty decent! My Japanese class on Monday was an hour of lecture and an hour documentary and we got out 30 minutes early. I love when that happens. The professor seems pretty nice, she has some sort of Eastern European accent so along with my other Russian professor, it will be a very aurally interesting semester!

In my other class, The Archaeologist Looks at Death, I gave a group presentation last night. Five other group members and it actually may have been the least annoying group project ever. One guy didn’t submit his stuff until quite a bit later than everyone else so I was a little nervous for a second, but we all met up before the class, went over it and I think we rocked it. One of the guys gave everyone fist bumps after we sat down, haha. Two other groups also presented and our PowerPoint was totally the prettiest, made by yours truly. 😉

Other than that, not much else is new. Daisy has been having some digestive issues lately, she was just at the vet and everything checked out just fine, but she was not fine. I finally realized that maybe it was her food. Someone directed me to dogfoodadvisor.com and I did a bit of poking around to find something a bit better than the Purina we had been feeding her. It turns out there is an Agway in Mars that carries a lot of the better brands, but I figured I’d check Giant Eagle first. Giant Eagle only carried *one* of the 5 star dog foods, Nutrisca, so I grabbed that. Holy cow is it pricey. The price per ounce of the Purina was 6.x cents and the price per ounce of the Nutrisca was 20.x cents. Yikes. But if it’s better for her and stops making her sick, I will pay it.

So I got home and scooped her out a cup, she ate it…and 10 minutes later puked. Ugggggggggggh. Keith had cautioned me about mixing it in with her old food but I had never ever done that before and she had always been fine. Besides, I didn’t want to mix in her old food with it because that would keep making her sick. So for the past few days I’ve been mixing rice/boiled meat/cottage cheese with ever increasing amounts of food and she’s kept it all down. And not been sick. So looks like my already spoiled doghter is even more spoiled now with her grain free/gluten free/potato free/low glycemic food.

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Here’s a picture of Daisy looking like a polar bear.

oh this makes me happy.

oh this makes me happy.

not daisy: but could be. happy friday!